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An individual I had met online in Les Brown’s Facebook group sent me this book. I am now using the book as a resource and inspiration for writing my first book.

The book builds three central arguments:

Your life story, your knowledge, and your message – what you know from experienceand want to share with the world – have greater importance and market value than you probably ever dreamed.My message: To help others succeed by becoming their best selvesWhat I know from experience: Techniques and methods to uncover, or for some, resurrect, your true self

You are here to make a difference in this world, and the best way to do that is to use your knowledge and experience (on any topic, in any industry) to help others succeed. My knowledge and experience: I want to help others succeed by becoming their best selves because I discovered my best self. Note: I will be using the words “best,” “true,” and “authentic” self interchangeably throughout my book.What is your theory? My theory is… that once an individual loses touch with his/her true self, the individual can, through a series of steps, reclaim their true selves and be on a greater path of self-understanding and awareness, a path I call wholeness. My strongly-held belief: That we all deserve to live fulfilled livesI want to share with the world (ie, Brendon calls this one’s”message”) my own self-discovery process of discovering my true self and how others can benefit.My narrative will encompass:

This is where I came from

This is what I went through

What I learned

Where I am now
I rediscovered my true self. My story will both move you. I am a Survivor and blessed with enormous gifts and talents.My message is that we can all discover who we truly are if we open our hearts and minds to the gift of receiving spiritual insight.My book explores the question we all, at some point or another, ask ourselves, “Who am I?” It digs deep and calls upon the reader to look at his/her life and the experiences he/she has had that make him who he/she is.The book deals with peeling the layers of the onion and challenging and questioning beliefs that we grew up with and the very notion of who we are – who we believe ourselves to be.
Are we running away from ourselves? Are we who we really think we are? …who we say we are? Or are we subconsciously living out the exceptions of others without even realizing it?

You will now take an honest look at yourself:

I believe in transparency. In recognizing who we are and honoring ourselves. Many of us are not even aware we are subconsciously living out the lives of others.

This is about truth-telling:

Are you who and what you say you are?

How willing are you to find out who’s “life” you have been living and achieve a level of success for yourself that you never could have imagined…

She’s not going to understand because she’s too caught up with herself. I need to be much more selective about the people that I let into my life. I need to stick to what I know is important and dependability is definitely one of them. It’s about maturity.

Sometimes I feel sad and have to remind myself of my life purpose. I am human and cannot deny my emotions. To be cut off from loved ones hurts, and I don’t think you can really understand what that feels like until you’re in the shoes yourself. Amongst all of the hard work, I still think of her… she’s in the back of my mind, and I can only wonder whether she thinks of me. I see her from time to time, and she ignores me…. because? She is running away from herself and her feelings, that which she knows to be true but hates the site of it because on some subconcious level she is afraid… of hurt…. of rejection.

That is some pain, to deny those you love, and honesty. She’s killing herself. Numb. “Addicted.” Not to any drug, but to self-denial. It preludes. And I am left to stand here…

I cannot walk away from something I know to be true, nor can I deny my feelings. For the longest time I always knew her to be so “alive.” Now, I don’t know where she stands, much less where we stand other than the wall she’s placed between us. It boggles me. I’m sure we’ve all felt this way – romantic heartbreak… at some point or another.. where the feelings that linger… and no matter what, they just don’t go away. Friendship, closeness, and the liking. Certain people in our lives stick with us day-to-day. And that’s when I ask,

“What’s my purpose?” I remind myself of why I am here, and it’s not to love you… my soul purpose is not to love you, but I want a friend… a kinship. And yet she runs and she hides… this song coming to mind:

How long will she run and hide and seek out the approval of others? And what about that journal, of hers, that I never saw… can she read mine? Does she have any desire to? Does she just write it off like she writes her own feelings off? …lost?

I always stood by her, and I always stood up for her, as she stood up for me, and after all of these years I have never stopped caring for her. We were so alike, two fiery redheads stubborn and as strong as can be. Driven. To succeed, to be the best. To be honest – with ourselves. To be role models. And we were… but “did she die,” I ask? Where am I? Without her, I feel lost in some way… like a part of me has died… I need that connection in my life.

And I just sit here, and I wonder if all of my words are in vain… to take away all the pain, I never drugged out. I never have, nor have I desired to. I stayed clean. I am clean. I always have been, and I always will be. I guess I just have to trust the element of fate in my life a little more and surrender to “What’s meant to be, will be.”

I tried to paint you a picture, the colors were all wrong
Black and white didn’t fit you and all along,
You were shaded with patience, your strokes of everything
That I need just to make it, and I believe that…
Time can tear you apart
But it won’t break anything that you are, you are

We won’t say our goodbyes you know it’s better that way
We won’t break, we won’t die
It’s just a moment of change
All we are, all we are, is everything that’s right
All we need, all we need, a lover’s alibi

I walked a minute in your shoes, they never would’ve fit
I figured there’s nothing to lose,
I need to get some perspective on these words before I write them down
You’re an island and my ship has run aground
Lord knows I’ll fail you time and again,
But you and me we’re alright

We won’t say our goodbyes you know its better that way
We won’t break, we won’t die
It’s just a moment of change
All we are, all we are, is everything that’s right
All we need all we need, a lover’s alibi

Every single day that I can breathe, you change my philosophy I’m never gonna let you pass me by So don’t say your goodbyes you know its better that way We won’t break, we won’t die It’s just a moment of change

All we are, all we are, is everything that’s right
All we need, all we need, a lover’s alibi

So don’t say our goodbyes you know its better
We won’t break, we won’t die

The “deep” stuff I probably shouldn’t post on here because it might scare some people away who are less in touch with their feelings…

“Our time apart, like knives in my heart…” -Nickelback

Thought to self: If you didn’t deny (suppress, and repress) your feelings, you’d feel the same way…

I should probably just shut up before I push you away further, from your own feelings. You’re – she’s “e strangulated.”

Have you ever loved or cared for someone who didn’t completely love themselves? … who’s life depended upon external validation, and who, when scared, would deny and suppress the very most sacred thing – one’s very essence?

I cannot make her feel… I cannot make her recognize herself. I cannot make her see the beauty that she has inside. I know on the outside she appears as though she has it all, but inside she thinks completely the opposite. Why would she trust me when I hurt her? Despite the fact that it was long ego, that doesn’t make any difference in her mind and heart. The fact that I have changed does not register with her because she is still stuck in a world of suspended feelings.

I sit here, and I say, “I want to go back to that time,” only in present day, and if given the chance, I would… “When a voice from behind me…” -Nickelback

“That was fighting back tears…” Nickelback.

I think that we all want to be happy. She does not think that she can be happy with me. Why? Because I hurt her so very long ago… the biggest mistake of my life and the experience that changed me indefinitely. And yet, she has not let go of this despite the fact that she will say otherwise, but “Actions speak louder than words” and “Talk is cheap,” and I can see what’s beneath the surface.

We run and hide because we’re scared, but you can’t continue to run away from love with out denying yourself the very essence of life, which leads me to say, “Are you who they want you to be,” or “Are you yourself?” Who are you? Do you run with those who don’t mirror you, those who invalidate you? …those whose attention you want, who will never see the true “you?” How long will you continue to run and hide?

I can’t be someone I’m not. You move forward, yet you deny and pretend not to see the very thing that always saw through you.

“Don’t Stop Believing” by Journey

Just a small town girl Livin’ in a lonely world She took the midnight train goin’ anywhere

Just a city boy Born and raised in south Detroit He took the midnight train goin’ anywhere

A singer in a smoky room A smell of wine and cheap perfume For a smile they can share the night It goes on and on and on and on

Strangers waiting Up and down the boulevard Their shadows searching in the night Streetlight people Living just to find emotion Hiding somewhere in the night

Working hard to get my fill Everybody wants a thrill Payin’ anything to roll the dice just one more time

Some will win, some will lose Some were born to sing the blues Oh, the movie never ends It goes on and on and on and on

Strangers waiting Up and down the boulevard Their shadows searching in the night Streetlight people Living just to find emotion Hiding somewhere in the night

Don’t stop believin’ Hold on to that feelin’ Streetlight people

Don’t stop believin’ Hold on Streetlight people

Don’t stop believin’ Hold on to that feelin’ Streetlight people

And perhaps from my small perspective, it looks like this. This guy could be me singing this: